Chapter 87: Bored
Long dark hair cascaded like a waterfall of shadow around her elegant yet deadly figure, and her presence alone exuded an oppressive aura that could crush weaker beings into oblivion.
Her slender fingers tapped impatiently on the armrest, the sharp claws clicking rhythmically as she awaited news from her subordinates.
At her feet knelt several demon generals, each clad in dark, twisted armor that pulsed faintly with an ominous red glow.
"Have you discovered the source of that anomaly yet?" Vepar’s voice was chillingly calm, yet filled with a barely restrained fury. "I felt a disturbance from Zorathal. A ripple, subtle yet unmistakable."
The nearest demon general, a towering figure with crimson scales and twisted horns, spoke carefully, "My Queen, our scouts have returned from Zorathal. The only anomaly they were able to identify originates from within the Titan Race. However, the specifics remain elusive. Their security has tightened significantly, and extracting information has become far more challenging."
Vepar’s eyes flashed dangerously, a faint smile playing at her lips. "The Titans, hmm? Now this has become interesting. What is one of the apex races planning here? Continue investigating. I want every detail uncovered. I will not tolerate interference at this stage."
"Yes, my Queen," the generals responded in unison, their voices echoing with unwavering loyalty.
"Do not fail me," Vepar warned softly, her voice dripping with bloodlust, "Or your fates shall become an example to all."
As the generals swiftly retreated from her throne room, Vepar’s gaze drifted toward the distant horizon, her expression darkening.
Around her fortress, the unending battles surged—demons ripping one another apart in mindless savagery, driven by insatiable bloodlust.
Flames consumed entire regions, and cries of suffering filled the air, a grotesque symphony that only fueled Vepar’s ambitions.